Here at the Frankenstein's Place.

A Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I own only Jason and Sarah, Nox, Styx, and Hades.. Everything else is owned by Richard O'Brien and the producers. I make absolutely no money.

Authors Note: Okay, so the first chapter sucks. I'm so sorry, please stick it in for Chapter two, it's a better example of how the story is suppose to be! It was just really hard to throw Jason into the Furter house! Also, Sarah is basically only in it for these two chapters, after that, its all Jason alone in the Frankenstein house! Please review and enjoy! I'll probably post up to four chapters tops before needing a review to continue. If there's no reviews four chapters in, its probably shouldn't be continued. Please review, thank you!

Intro: You know, if Frank ever found out that I slept with his little Boy Toy, I probably wouldn't have made it out of that house alive that night. But, Riff Raff and Magenta said they were leaving no matter what, so…

You know, its actually terribly amusing how it all happened.

I mean, at the time it wasn't, but now its like 'Woah'.

I look back and see Frank, and Riff and Genta, and even the two fucking virgins, Brad and Janet. And of course, Rocky. Cant forget Rocky.

Now, I've said my lies, traded in my cards, and certainly sold my soul over this little…journey. Dr. Scott must have as well, although I haven't had any contact with him since the incident. Brad and Janet though, went public, I guess, thinking somebody would believe them. Dragged me into it too, but I just acted like somebody spiked the punch and they were just trippin throughout the whole night. It was Halloween, after-all, shit happens. The police took it well, muttering something about Damn Kids, but the criminologist up town seemed to have believed the story enough to go to extra measures to obtain more information. I told him to fuck off, being I had decided I was going to do my best to protect my friends. Well, not Frank, certainly not Frank, but Riff Raff and Magenta. They had told me that night they were returning to their home planet, with or without Frank's consent. What happened to them, I don't know, but I do know that Brad and Janet were left behind, while Columbia was not. It's a funny story, how I ended up there…even funnier what happened afterwards. Jason Covington, me, suddenly became a name not only known on earth, but some other planets as well…

(authors note: This is the only segment written in first person.)

The Story Goes…:

"I hate rain."

"I hate bitching."

Sarah glared over at Jason, who's eyes seemed glued to the road in front of him.

It was raining, and it was raining bad. Jason wasn't taking any fucking chances with his baby.

He loved his car.

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Your driving funny."

"Yes, well, if you haven't notice, the sky's all but falling."

"That doesn't mean you have to drive in the middle of the road."
"There's no one coming from either side, didn't you read the driving handbook!?"
"Jason, its not safe!"
"Well, life is cheap. And I'm poor, so you just sit there and…do what ever it is you do."

Sarah rolled her eyes.

It was dark.

And it was raining.

There would be no delivery that night.

His…dealer, as earthlings called them, rode a motorcycle, and would not be out in this weather.

So when the bell rang, and his Master sneered, he went to answer it, as bidden. But while Magenta expected happiness to be written upon his face, confusion was all that was there as he passed her.

There was no party's that night, no gatherings.

No explanation for the door to be ringing.

So as he walked, slowly, and timidly towards the door, he attempted to play out all the possibilities it could have been. But none of them were even remotely close to what it was.

And when he opened the door, and he saw them standing there, for a minute his heart stopped. Blood. Everywhere.

"There's been an accident. Can we use your phone!?"

Riff Raff eyed them.

The female, the woman, with brown hair that looked long but was tied back, had a large cut on her forehead, that bled down into her right eye. But the male, the male she held up was much worse. His knee cap, exposed by a rip in his…pants, was gushing blood, and it ran down easily into the fabric with aid from the rain. His head was bleeding too, as well as his lip. They were both pale, and sickly. And bleeding.

And they were both looking at him.

With panic.

Phone?
They didn't have a phone.

But what earthling didn't have a phone!? He needed to distract her.

"Your…injured." He said, quietly as he eyed them both up.

The girl's eyes got dramatically wide before turning venomous.

"Really?! Look, if your not going to fucking help us, can you at least turn on your porch light on or something so I can try and sew him up!?" She yelled, obviously very irritable.

Riff Raff's eyes widened as she neared, her anger making her edge toward him threateningly as she talked. Help? She was going to do what if he turned on the light?

There was no light out there…Swallowing, he made a decision.

"Please, come inside. We will…'help' you." He said, opening the door.

He hoped the Master would know what to do with them.

Sarah all but dragged Jason into the small chamber of the building. Yes, life apparently was cheap.

Jason didn't know what had happened. It was in those ten seconds that he had taken his eyes off the road to turn and look at Sarah that they'd hit it. It had to have been a deer…or well, the first object was a deer. What made him swerve. Then it was a phone-pole. Something that did not yield easily to his car. He'd woken up with Sarah all but cutting him out of his seat belt and stabbing through the air bag. Apparently, it had deployed late, and with the angle of already having collided with his steering wheel, it had nearly suffocated him. The car had been steaming, and the hood popped when they left it. She looked less injured than he was, but then again, everything he saw was red tinted.

Blood must have been rolling down his face.

"Please…wait here." Said the man who had answered the door. There was a chamber between the front door and the main house. Inside it was a bench, and Sarah quickly sat him down on it, glaring at the blonde man as he passed them, making sure to close the door into the house behind him.

"Bastard." She muttered, moving quickly to kneel in front of Jason.

All he saw was red.

And Sarah was kneeling in front of him.

Jason gave a sadistic cackle.

"Silly silly, suck my willy." He chanted, laughing down at Sarah.

She glared up at him, ripping harshly at his jeans as she tried to bare his knee wound to her. The steering wheel had hid pretty hard, and almost everywhere, it seemed.

The only thing not bleeding was his chest and arms. So far.

If he kept pissing her off she might just have to remedy that.

"Jason, stop being a dick."
"Cant help it. Your just jealous cause you aint got ONE! AHH!" he yelled suddenly as Sarah jarred his knee as she tried to get a better look at it. It still hadn't stopped bleeding.

"Damn it Jason, shut the fuck up."
"Shut the fuck up." He mocked back to her. Really, he wasn't usually this much of an asshole to her, he was just a little disoriented.

Actually, he was a lot disoriented.

The world was all REEEEEDDDD!

Jason gave another manic giggle.

Pausing, Sarah took a minute to run her fingers through her hair.

It wasn't until she brought her strangely wet hand in front of her that she noticed.

She was bleeding too.

"Master…" Riff Raff quietly drawled, walking into the bedchamber.

"OH now what is it? What's the matter, your needle get stuck?" He cooed, making Riff Raff's blood boil. He forced himself to stay calm though, even as his teeth grit.

"Master, there are two young earthlings downstairs. They had an…automobile accident."

Frank's eyebrow raised in him mirror as he continued applying his makeup.

Earthlings? Young ones, too! This could be interesting…

"They are bleeding…badly. It would be unwise, to send them away." He said, carefully, watching the man's reaction in the mirror.

Inwardly, he was smirking, but on the outside,

Frank let out a dramatic sigh, throwing down his makeup brush roughly.

"Ohh, fine. I'll be down in a minute. Take your sister with you and play host while I…" hhe gave himself a seducing smile in the mirror. "Prepare…"

Riff sneered as he closed the door behind him, his life brightening up even more as Columbia appeared in front of him, turning the corner. Cheery, as always.

"Heya! Who's at the door?!" She asked, bouncing on her heels excitedly.

Riff tried to banish his sneer, even as it fought to the surface of his face.

"Not sure. Two…people, who had an 'accident'." He quoted, watching the other earthling's reaction closely. Maybe she would know what to do in this type of situation.

Instantly, Columbia's eyes widened, almost comically as he looked at her.

"An accident!? Oh no, did they get hurt?"

"Yess…" He drawled, enjoying this panic it brought from her. Maybe he really was sadistic, he thought as he held back a grin.

"They're bleeding quite badly." He continued, letting his grin slowly crawl onto his face.
"Well, we should go help them!" She said, as if suddenly making it her mission to help these people.

"Help who?" Asked Magenta, coming up behind Columbia.

Riff Raff grinned.

"Christ." Muttered Sarah, going up to grab the hems of Jason's shirt. The blood looked endless. What had he done to his knee?

"Lift, we're gonna take your shirt off."
"Ugh, but I'm already cold!" Whined Jason, pushing himself off against the wall. His head was spinning!
"Well, unless you carry a fucking first-aid kit up your ass, its going to be my medical gawz." Said Sarah, helping him remove his shirt. His tattooed chest was already bruising.

Jason, had brown hair, much like Sarah's. Cut short, and usually covered up by his Captain Morgan hat. It was a bit of a contrast, to his pale skin and green eyes. It didn't look bad, by any means, just contrasting. He always wore light jeans with holes, always baggy, and always baggy shirts, usually with holes. And beneath his shirts, were his tattoos. He had one on his stomach, black ink'ed writing, in Old English text, that read 'Make Me Bad", as it arched over his belly button and across his hip bones. He had one of his favorite fake serial killer as well, on his left bicep. Otis B. Driftwood, holding his pistols against his face and smirking at you. He had Baby too, on the other bicep, but she was just grinning at you. Cutter, was giving his famous laughing face on the back of his shin.

He had a few other tattoos too. Quotes, mainly, from Rob Zombie songs, or other songs he fancied.

And beneath his pants, were his weapons. He had his pistol strapped to his shin, and his knife strapped to his other shin. The holes in the knee's of his jeans always giving him hidden but easy access to them.

Now, however, Sarah had ripped the jeans almost down completely.

Exposing his weapons.

Swallowing, she moved quickly to remove them, as not to alarm the people in the house.

"Jason, I have to go to the car and get you some painkiller." She said, getting up from his kneeling position, making sure to carry the weapons with her.

"Ughhh! Then what am I suppose to do!?" He asked, going to grab after her.

Sarah easily dodged the half-attempt, and continued on her way towards the door they had just came in.

"Do whatever it is you do." She quoted with a smirk before going for the door handle.

"But the cars on fire!" He tried, one last attempt. Jason didn't know these people-he really didn't want to be left alone here.

"Its not on fire, its just steaming. Besides, its raining, if its on fire, the rain'll kill it."